I went west.I stood on the dock and watched the sun fold into itself and spread the dark, dark night.I’ve vices and virtues:bone aches and morning afters. She’s been up for three days,amphetamine for energy, painkillers for numb,and the opiates keep her from remembering she’s hungry.I do not want her in my house. When we …
Post Type Archives: Poems
I’d like to learn how to walk in high heels. (2013)
I’m heavy-lifting, sweat-soaked,I’m dress-wearing, hips-swaying,I’m testosterone-pumping, dry-humping,I’m blanket-swirling, far-fetching,and occasionally, I like to play pretend. I’m allowed.
I blame society for my anti-social behavior in video-games, and the weather. I want it to rain so badly. (2013)
Minecraft turned me into a dick.–I say that,–but it probably only swelled the dick in me–some careful rubs,–a well timed glance,–the whole package-to-package sales technique. I am on your server,stealing from your farms. I live underground.I do not come up for air,I come up for blood. Maybe it’s madness,These California mountains wouldn’t know a good …
Hyperventilation (2013)
The turning point between,Okay,–and not,Is about the width of a breath.
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a reference pop? (2013)
I work at a liquor store now, and my trainer carded me today because I apparently look a decade older than I am. Am I the picture of Dorian Gray? If I’m the picture of Dorian Gray, what happens if I kill Dorian Gray? Can there be only one? Will I become one with everything? …
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Honesty (2013)
My father told me I was selfish for staying in bed,I told him why I was there.He handed me some tissues,And told me he wouldn’t judge me if I stayed.
Honest Kiss Aside, I ain’t ever worn cowboy boots, but the pair you bought fits, ‘n comfort is a thing. (2014)
I dreamed about you this morning.Knowing I’m a young man of my age,it shouldn’t surprise you the context. But I’m not so good at pulling back from that intimate,probably why I stay away. i’ve got this highway ache comin’ on, this travel …
His Oaken Joints (2013)
As an atheist,If find it mighty funny how often I think of Moses. And I ain’t talkin’ like“Moses supposes his toes are roses”, More like,As this great force of nature,Climbing out of the grain of forests,Rough-hewn from chunks of granite,Leathered over with a hide tanned by labor and vice.Smile lines, deep-dug canyons splintering out from …
Hijacked Perspective (2013)
Most people don’t––Imma fuckin’ stop you right there. Ain’t there enough of that already? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, per-se, but you ain’t some magic eye lookin’ down on it all. You’re a broken sack a’ lookin’ at the pettin’ zoo through a hole you wore in your ass-crack. What I’m gettin’ at here is …
Hi! jack this!! (2013)
someothertomorrow: I’ve been stumbling Over words Like water Over pebbles Since I was sixteen. sixteen’s awfully late in the game– –to up and decide to start speakin’ I ain’t layin’ judgment, (‘cept I am)I been makin’ water-spout sentences long, long, …
